Ohio Nocturne Poem by John Powers

the night is quiet
and pregnant kinetic
cool breezes and songs
in the air
can't last much longer
possibility calls
at a rude hour
the road flies beneath us
and the driver has no hands
men talk of rotted minds
while a quiet brunette
says nothing
we can't tell the smoke
from the fog
blend just like you should
haze creeps blue
moths sleep in the light
and the birds start telling
that you've done something wrong.
don't believe them.
roll out and see you later
its time to go to work
after just another night
in northern Ohio